The future path that’s long since cast;
set deep in stone; writ by our past.
A world defiled must be regrown;
resist the seeds that we have sown.
A world left fallow to return
from our urge to simply burn;
so one day we may walk again
without causing sweet Gaia pain.
We’ve lost our Spirit, lost our way;
we are what’s wrong at end of day.
We now must leave to let her heal
or else her fate mankind will seal.
The planet weeps beneath our feet;
there’s madmen in the drivers seat.
They know of nothing but their power;
they cannot feel her dying hour.
To Gaia who does support us all;
please know there’s some who hear your call
and we will stand and we will fight
to have our nation do what’s right.